[Old Treyna, Hollow Foundation : Two Years Later]
"It's bothering me, y'know?"
Sitting at the table as he picked at his nutritional dish with his chopsticks, the brown-haired, tan-skinned man sighed his words out.
"I don't know what you're talking about. Don't be so vague," Kazuya muttered with his mouthful as he chewed his seasoned chicken.
The graphite-haired delinquent had grown in height, just a couple inches, which still made him the shortest among the group. Though what he lacked in height, he packed on in muscularity–barely fitting into the same uniform that he refused to swap out of.
Fai sighed again, "I'm talking about everything, obviously!"
On the other hand, Fai had grown a stubble over the passed time, wearing a black, gold-accented vest without sleeves.
"..." Kazuya squinted his eyes at the clear miscommunication, or rather, the hot-headed man not being one to listen to reason.
